~Lucille~
His hot breath came out in short, ragged pants as I smothered his smooth skin with my kisses, sucking, nipping, licking all of his bare chest, leaving several marks.
Marking my territory.
I made sure to pamper his cheek—where I'd hit—with extra kisses and licks as an apology.
My heart still burned at the reminder that I raised my hand at him for abuse.
Back to the writhing boy underneath me.
One of his hands nestled my hair, gripping there tight as if his life depended on it while the other lay curled in the sheets.
I often glanced up to admire his beautiful feature, all flushed and sweaty, as I pleasured him to his fall out.
I crawled back on top of him, trailing a hand down his neck to his glistening abdomen, his skin was such a rich shade of tan, accentuating each curve and muscle even more as he looked up at me through hooded eyes.
"You're so damn pretty, baby boy." I purred, earning a low noise bubbling out from the back of his throat.
He raised his shaky hand to cup my face and pulled my head down to have a taste of my lips, tasting himself through.
He was so hungry for my kisses, it did things to my heart, weird animals danced inside my stomach and I gave in much easily.
No hook-ups had ever felt this intoxicating and breath-taking like Daryian did.
He carried both heaven and hell, and I was bound to relish in his aura.
He could make me feel agitated and mollified all at once, as if he had an invisible rope attached to his hand and he'd pull right at my heartstrings, leading me to wherever he wished.
Damn the pull he had over me.
As our mouths stayed mere inches apart, I poked my tongue out and lapped at his swollen lips. Curly lashes fluttered close, as he softly moaned.
"P-please." He sounded raspy.
A devilish grin plastered across my face as I brushed my nose against his hot skin, navigating its way down his collarbone where I sucked a dark red bruise.
"Patience, angel." I murmured, planting more kisses—in an attempt to ascertain more spots to litter with my marks.
I finally climbed back up to those kissable, luscious lips and softly pressed mine down onto his.
He immediately kissed back hungrily, buring his fingers in my hair, pushing his hips up and I smirked in the kiss—feeling the obvious hard-on pressing against me for the second time.
This boy was so damn needy for me and vice versa.
As our bodies mingled in a soul-binding ritual, I perceived all the sweet spots to rile Daryian up to insanity.
His sweet moans aroused the beast within me, catapulting my desires in waves of need and raw emotions as our hips moved in syncronization. Going back and forth, short-circuiting our brains.
He was so damn beautiful like this and I just couldn't get enough of him, claiming him, breaking him then re-aligning him to claim his very soul all over again, exerting a passion like never before.
By the time we were done, our bodies were sore and etched with thousands of hickeys.
Especially Daryian's.
His skin—once a blank sleek canvas—now a disclosure of my respite, depicting the art I've left.
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